Zane's the Other Side of the Pillow (5 page)

“Abigail Adams, wife of the second president of the United States, John Adams. Mother of John Quincy Adams, the sixth president
of the United States. Mother of six, and if I want to call my cooter Abigail, then you need to shut the fuck up about it.”

“You're so mean, but you're smart. I love your bedroom trivia facts.” Anthony climbed on top of me, butt-ass naked, and started sucking on my breasts. “And I love these.”

I glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was already five.

“Where are the condoms?” I asked. “That's enough foreplay.”

Anthony sat up on his elbow and stared at me. “Listen, this is getting kind of old for me.”

I gazed into his eyes and then down at his rock-hard, eight-inch dick with a five-inch circumference. Yeah, I had measured that billy with a tape measure before. “Doesn't look like Marcus Junius Brutus is getting tired of fucking me.”

Anthony couldn't help but chuckle. “I'm not even going to ask.”

“Marcus Junius Brutus? The Roman politician and traitor who conspired to kill Julius Caesar and then later committed suicide.” I grabbed hold of his dick and started giving him a hand job. Pre-cum was already leaking from the head. “Yes, your dick has betrayed you. You may want to holler at him about that after I leave for dinner.”

“Do you have a dinner appointment or a dinner date?”

Oh, hell to the no! You're going to question me?

“Since you feel the need to keep asking the same irrelevant question, I'll simply say that it's the same thing.”

“No, it is not the same thing. I'll bet you have a date. You want to fuck me but date someone else? That's some crazy-ass shit. I've always been good to you, Jemistry. At least I've tried. You're the one who insisted on making this all about fucking.”

I sighed. “Anthony, not to offend, but you're beginning to sound like a side chick. You need to stay in your lane and continue to accept the role you signed up for. We agreed to be fuck buddies. So when I'm horny, I come over here to fuck you.”

He sighed like he was mad, but the Negro was fingering my pussy at the same time. He was weak for my snapper and he understood it.

“I don't disrespect you, or come over here unannounced,” I continued. “I already told you. When and if you meet a woman you want to commit to, simply tell me, and it's over. I'll go cold turkey off your dick. Now do you want me to leave or are you going to break out the condoms so we can have a party?”

Anthony got a condom out of his nightstand and ripped it open with his teeth. I put it on with my mouth and sucked him off for a few moments. Winsome was wrong. I did suck dick with condoms but she was right about the dental dam thing. There was no way that I was serving up pussy through plastic.

I sucked on him until he was about to explode in the condom and then stopped. “Lie down on the bed,” I ordered.

“I thought you wanted me to hit it from the back,” he said.

“Just do what the fuck I say!”

He laughed. “Look at you, trying to go gangster.”

“I am gangster.” I pushed him down on the bed. “You're moving too damn slow.”

“What you gonna do? Ride this dick?”

“Yeah, I'm going to ride it until you bust wide open like my little bitch. Now spread your fucking legs.”

Anthony looked shocked. “Spread my legs?”

“Just do it!”

I picked up his left leg and tossed it to the side. Then I climbed on top of him, put my left leg between his legs behind me and placed my right leg on the outside of his right arm with my foot up by his head. Then I went to town on the dick and got my workout on at the same time.

Anthony started panting, gasping, and sweating.

“You like this pussy?” I asked. “Tell me how much you
love
this pussy!”

“Oh, yeah. I love it,” he managed to get out between trying to navigate my hips up and down and lift his bottom half to pound up into me. “You love this dick?”

I didn't respond, fucking with his ego.

“You love this dick?” he asked again.

“Hmm, it's mediocre,” I finally said. “You're still a rookie in training, but you're improving.”

He laughed. “I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you after I get this nut out.”

“You'd better not bust too quick or that's your ass!”

“You talk more shit than—”

Anthony couldn't even get the remainder of his sentence out because I started grinding and pounding harder on his dick at the same time while I dug my nails into his chest. I caught my rhythm and he completely lost it then.

“I talk shit because I can back my shit up,” I said, starting to lose my senses as well as I tightened my pussy around his dick and squeezed.

People always ask what the benefit of dildos is over vibrators. It is not about the fact that vibrators work on batteries and do most of the work. It is about the fact that dildos are more lifelike, and make the people using them learn how to do most of the work. Most chicks never figure that shit out and that's why they lie there and wait for the men to bang them out instead of truly knowing how to blow some minds.

I tightened up on Anthony's dick even more. “Yeah, boy, this is how a pro rides a damn dick. You like that? You feeling me?”

Anthony couldn't even speak at that point. I could feel his body convulsing and knew the bastard was about to come too damn fast. I hopped off his dick and sat beside him on the bed. He looked to the side and glared at me, then down at his dick. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You're not pulling that three-minute shit with me. I'm waiting for you to calm down a bit and then I
might
let you have some more of Abigail's brown pudding.”

Anthony sighed and started playing with his dick. “Jemistry, you're a cold piece of work. How you gonna stop fucking me right before I nut? And it wasn't no three damn minutes either.”

It really wasn't even about Anthony and his sexual skills. For some ridiculous reason, I was sitting there, naked and covered with his sweat, feeling guilty over the fact that Tevin probably was in an operating room at the moment, saving someone's life, while I was continuing to fuck mine up by screwing a man that I didn't even want to have a decent conversation with.

“Jemistry?” Anthony was getting angry. “Jemistry, are you for real?”

He was right. I was being shiesty, shitty, and straight-up stank.

I climbed over him, stacked two of his pillows, and laid over them, positioning my ass up in the air. “Come get this.”

Anthony didn't hesitate as he grabbed the sides of my hips, maneuvered his dick into me, and went about his business.

It was crazy. I had it all figured out. I was going to be a stone-faced, heartless, bitter woman for the rest of my life, fuck a couple of men when I felt like it, who could be trusted not to be throwing their dicks all over the city every night, and concentrate on my career. Now Tevin had entered my world and was about to throw a monkey wrench into all of my plans.

Anthony grabbed my ass cheeks and started slapping the right one. He was saying some dirty shit, but I drowned it all out. All I could see was Tevin's face, remember his words from the night before and earlier that day, and wonder to myself,
Could he be for real?

“A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.”

—Brendan Francis

W
hen I arrived at Oceanaire, Tevin was already waiting for me in a booth. My pussy had served as a sleeping pill for Anthony so I left him knocked out on the bed. After I took a shower and redressed, I laid two twenties on his pillow as a joke. It would piss him off when he woke up, but I truly didn't appreciate how he had come at me, trying to change the rules in the middle of a “situationship” that we had both agreed on. I had been coining my connections with men as “situationships” for quite some time. They definitely would not classify as relationships, in the old-fashioned sense.

Tevin stood as I approached. He was so fine that I felt weak in the knees. He had on a navy pinstriped suit with a white shirt and red tie. “Hey, Jemistry. Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for the invite.” I gave him a soft hug—his cologne aroused me—and then sat down in the booth.

“I noticed that you are a martini fan, but I thought you might enjoy some wine this evening.” He sat back down and placed his napkin across his lap. “I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of Cakebread.”

I grinned and put my napkin on my lap. “Not sure what that is but it sounds interesting. Is it wine that tastes like cake?”

“You're a funny woman.” He took my hand and my first instinct was to pull it away, but that would have been rude. Holding
hands was romantic; I had been avoiding romance like the Bubonic plague. “Cakebread is a Cabernet Sauvignon from the Napa Valley.”

“That didn't make it much better. I don't know what a Cabernet Sauvignon is either.”

We both laughed.

“You look beautiful today.”

Damn, he's saying too many of the right things!

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

He let go of my hand, thank goodness, and then picked up his menu. “While we wait for the wine, do you want to decide on dinner?”

I picked up my menu as well. It was expensive on my salary, but since it was on him, I planned to try out something good. The waiter brought the wine and Tevin sniffed a small amount that was poured into a glass, swirled it around, and then tasted it. “That's fine,” he told the waiter who then poured us both glasses.

The waiter set the remainder of the bottle down. “Would you like to order now, sir?”

“Give us a few moments. We're still deciding.”

He walked off and I asked, “If I'm not being too nosey, how much does Cakebread cost?”

Tevin shrugged. “About three hundred for the bottle.”

I almost leapt out of my seat. “Three hundred for something to sip on!”

He chuckled and pointed at my glass. “Aren't you even going to taste it?”

I took a sip of the wine and I had to admit, “It's amazing!”

“You're amazing!” Tevin gazed into my eyes. “I only hope that you one day realize that . . . or realize that again.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You're so busy trying to construct walls around something so
special that needs to be exposed to the world. There is a vulnerability in you that you refuse to set free. You believe that every man is going to use, hurt, or abuse you in some way. Not all men are alike.”

“So you keep saying.”

“I keep saying it because it's the truth.” He paused and drank some more wine. “Jemistry, why do you think that you're not worthy of being loved? Truly loved by a man who desires the same thing as you?”

“My only desire is to live my life, drama- and disease-free. I want to keep working hard, prove myself, and move up to a higher position in the school system. I've only been a principal for a few years, but I truly believe that I can become superintendent one day. If not here in DC, then possibly in one of the local suburbs in Maryland or Virginia. Even if I have to relocate across country to realize my dream, I will. That's another reason why I don't need to be tied down.”

“It's not about someone tying you down. It's about someone lifting you up even further than you already are.”

“You do realize we met last night, right?” I asked jokingly.

“I go after what I want.”

I blushed. “But you don't even know me like that. Tevin, you're a tall, handsome surgeon. I'm quite sure that women fall all over you wherever you go. You have this commanding presence and, even in the brief amount of time since we've met, I've seen how women stare at you.” I looked around the room. “Even in here.”

“So, that means that I have to entertain them because they look?”

“No, but—”

“Men look at you as well. I looked at you when you were on that stage last night pouring out all your emotions. You want to be loved, Jemistry, and I want to be loved. We both want the same
thing, so I say that we mark that as our goal and make a road map to get there.”

This man has rendered me speechless!

I cleared my throat, drank some wine, and concentrated on the menu. He was determined to turn this into some kind of fairy tale and I was going to fight it tooth and nail. I realized that nothing was holding me there and I could have gotten up and walked out. But there was no way that I could do something mean like that to a man who had shown me nothing but attention and kindness thus far.

It's only a matter of time before he fucks up and gives me an excuse to stop speaking to him!

Dinner was fantastic! I had the fried red chili calamari as an appetizer and the stuffed shrimp with pasta as my entrée. Tevin had the jumbo lump crab cake for an appetizer and the Greek branzino for his main meal. That wine was all up in my head so I passed on the chocolate chip cheesecake, even though it looked delicious.

The conversation had remained deep, but interesting. Tevin opened up to me about his past relationships. He had been married before, but everything fell apart when his wife had her third miscarriage. He said the pain had become too much for both of them; she had shut down emotionally and it eventually led to a divorce. When he said that, I was wondering why he would want to become involved with another woman who was already emotionally shut down . . . me.

They had attempted counseling; he had taken her on a series of Caribbean vacations to try to get the spark back, but nothing had worked. One thing that I could ascertain clearly was that he had loved her with all his heart. That made me jealous and I could not help but wonder if I could ever replace her. Then again, I should
not have even been contemplating all of that. I was going to refuse to fall for him.